By Satine
Date: 2001 Aug 10
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The Date - Poor Guys

We were writing to each other on the internet,
after having met thru a personals ad.
For writing's sake, we'll call him 'Bob'.

I meet lots of guys that way
Such a steady supply of hot fresh meat.

I especially enjoy playing with the guys
who are looking for a long term
or permanent relationship.
The pleasure is double fold.
In bed they tend to be better lovers
than the quick fix guys,
And they fulfill so many romantic pleasures as well.

Well this one was the long term
looking for wifey type.

Our first date was so exciting.
He met me at the door with roses,
took me to a very expensive restaurant,
even had our table reserved.

When our eyes met, I could tell instantly
That I would be able to rule and command
his every thought.

I played the game so well.
He enjoyed every second of my attention.
I made him the center of my world,
when I was with him.

I led him to believe, that I too was looking
for a long term, serious relationship.

Little did he know that I was still writing
to lots of other guys,
and that I had several others on the hook
at the same time I was dating him.

Neither did he know, that I had no intentions
of anything exclusive with him, or any guy.

When he asked me if I was seeing anyone else,
I said, "no"... so softly.
I could see his eyes widen.

Bob couldn't keep his eyes off of me.
The waiter flirted with me
And about drove Bob nuts.
Only increasing his interest in me.

It's strange, that even though
I am not a model type,
men are drawn to me like bees to honey.
They must pick up on my inner sensuality.

When I casually spoke of previous lovers,
it about drove Bob mad.
I was relishing in his intense jealousy.

I was sure to say and do, things to turn him on.
Casually letting my shoulder strap drop,
revealing my creamy satin skin.
allowing him to see my soft cleavage.
Brushing against him casually
so he could smell my scent.

Wiggling my ass, when I went to the ladies room.
Feeling my long cascading hair flounce
to my rhythym.
Giving him deep glances with my hypnotic eyes.
I could feel him sinking deeper and deeper.

By the end of our first date
He was putty in my hands,
just ripe for the molding and shaping.
I could tell, he was ready to burst.

Our dating continued.
I impressed him, with my knowledge of so many things.
My mastery of subjects that amazed him.
My enthusiasm for life, and all it's pleasures.

He could barely keep up with me.
I was on stage, and he was the audience.
I kept him spell bound.
Shy and reserved, I played hard to get.
It drove him crazy.

It took many dates
of soft kisses, and shadow caresses
before we became passionately heated
But even, then, I held out.
I wanted his heart and soul, before I would give
even my breasts to him.

It did not take very long,
before I realized that he was addicted to me.
Becoming my shadow.
Wanting to know where I was all the time.

Being evasive, mysterious, and full of secrecy,
He found it very difficult to nail me down.
Inwardly the knot that I produced in him,
drove him on.
Mistaking it for love, he fell, heart and soul.

While he was going without.
Waiting for the consummation of our love,
I was lavisciously fucking former lovers
Often right after seeing him.

Sometimes, he made me so hot,
that it took several other lovers
to satisfy me.

I can remember many nights
having one lover,
who thought that we were an item,
sucking and fucking the cum from my previous lover.
Being meticulously clean,
he never knew.

But I delighted in the deception.
The thrill of screwing them all
Behind their backs, and almost in their faces.
Knowing that none of them could hurt me.
Because I was already beating them to the punch.

My love making left them all breathless.
With a labido like a male animal,
with no hang-ups or shyness in bed,
I left impressions that were indelible.

Carefully studying my prey,
I discerned what type of lover they were,
what their likes and dislikes were,
what would drive them crazy,
And so I played upon their desires, their fears,
they fantasy's and their hidden cravings
Nothing was too kinky for me,
and nothing was too romantic or chaste.

For some, I became the shy school girl,
Or the gentle geisha.
For others, I was the bitch in heat,
the tigress who devoured them.
I was anything, or everything they needed.
A hard act to follow.
But for me, it was not an act.
For I am all those things and more,
and I enjoyed the love making, more than they did.

I have left Bob, and others like him,
at the peak of our relationship,
when I knew it would hurt them the most.
Before they could hurt me.

I left them Wondering, what happened.
What had they done wrong?

NOTHING>

They had done everything perfectly right.
And I was just being a perfect bitch
Feeding them the lines they wanted
The kindness and caring they desired.
The flattery they craved
The sensuality they sought
The sex that drove them insane.

I left them in a quake of intense pain
and yearning, for that which
they wanted more than life itself -
but secretly knew in their hearts,
they could never have,  never hold, never.

The human heart wants more of
what it can't have.

After having tasted delicious morsels
that cannot be bought at any price,
anywhere, never.

And with each relationship after me,
they will fantasize of me
with every lip they kiss
every scent of warm cologne
each hip that sways before them,
and in the throes of passionate love
while deep inside her -

His heart will cry out my name !!!

secretly, I shall ruin, every relationship
he will ever endeavor.

And I will smile in secret knowing.

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